It gets better
I calmed myself down before dinner by writing my first post, and then going out and watering the vegetable garden. It takes a while, so when I came back in, I was smiling and acting happy.
It gets better, though.
He LIED about it at dinner. Alberto had gone to get something in the kitchen, just after we brought out all of the risotto for everyone (we eat with guests, which is great sometimes and awkward other times). And the owner, sitting next to me, as the guests exclaim about how good it looks and smells, says 'It's with vegetables from our garden.'
That's all.
It gets better, though.
He LIED about it at dinner. Alberto had gone to get something in the kitchen, just after we brought out all of the risotto for everyone (we eat with guests, which is great sometimes and awkward other times). And the owner, sitting next to me, as the guests exclaim about how good it looks and smells, says 'It's with vegetables from our garden.'
That's all.